Her hands curled into fists. “You set me up.”
I smirked. “You set yourself up.”
Grachelle sighed, pushing back from the table. “I think we’re done here.”
Sarah shot up, her chair scraping against the floor. “You think you’ve won?” she hissed. “You think this is over?”
I met her glare head-on. “It was over the moment you tried to come between us.”
She opened her mouth, but no words came. For the first time, she was powerless.
With shaky hands, she grabbed her purse and stormed out.
As soon as she was gone, I exhaled slowly, the weight of the moment settling in my chest.
Grachelle turned to me, a knowing smile curving her lips. “That went well.”
I chuckled, reaching for her hand. My fingers brushed against hers, steady and warm. “I’d say it was perfect.” My voice was calm, confident
